tis true — this truth you lovers know — In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow ; In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives not here ; to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where... Chambers's papers for the people - Page 18by Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1851Full view - About this book
| Alexander Pope - 1890 - 562 pages
...FINISHING HIS HOUSE AND GARDENS. AH, friend ! 'tis true — this truth you lovers know — In vain,my structures rise, my gardens grow, In vain fair Thames...WORTLEY casts her eyes. What are the gay parterre, the checkered shade, The morning bower, the evening colonnade, But soft recesses of uneasy minds, To sigh... | |
| Elegant epistles - 1812 - 318 pages
...never go further than your closet : " Ah friend, 'tis true — this troth you lovers know — In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow ; In vain fair...Wortley casts her eyes. What are the gay parterre, the cheqner'd shade. The morning hower, the ev'ning colounade. But soft recesses of uneasy minds, To sigh... | |
| Lady Mary Wortley Montagu - 1817 - 308 pages
...never go further than your closet: " Ah friend, 'tis true—this truth you lovers know—• " In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow, " In vain fair...Wortley casts her eyes. " What are the gay parterre, the chequer'd shade, " The morning bower, the ev'ning colonnade, " But soft recesses of uneasy minds, "... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1820 - 628 pages
...observe the delicacy of correction which Pope so skilfully practised. Their close is' exquisite. ' What are the gay parterre, the chequered shade, The morning bower, the evening colonnade, But I?ut soft recesses of uneasy minds To sigh unheard in to the passing winds? So the struck deer, in... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1820 - 616 pages
...may observe the delicacy of correction which Pope so skilfully practised. Their close is exquisite. ' What are the gay parterre, the chequered shade, The morning bower, the evening colonnade, Rut soft recesses of uneasy minds To sigh unheard in to the passing winds? So the struck deer, in some... | |
| 1821 - 346 pages
...never go further than your closet : " Ah, friend, 'tis true — this truth you lovers know — In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow ; In vain fair...hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives Hot here ; to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes. What are the gay... | |
| 1822 - 284 pages
...brought me hither. 1742. . A FRAGMENT. AH, friend ! 'tis true—this truth you lovers know— In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow, In vain fair...hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives not here,—to happier seats it flies, A nd only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes. What are the gay... | |
| British poets - 1822 - 276 pages
...Thames reflects the double scenes, Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives not here,—to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes. What are the gay parterre, the chequer'd shade, The morning bower, the evening colonnade, But soft recesses for uneasy minds, To sigh... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1824 - 692 pages
...the true character of his genius : " AH FRIEND, 'tis true — this truth you lovers know ; In vaio my structures rise, my gardens grow ; In vain fair...WORTLEY casts her eyes. What are the gay parterre, the chequer'd shade, The morning bower, the evening colonnade, But soft recesses of uneasy minds, To sigh... | |
| Alexander Pope, William Roscoe - 1824 - 694 pages
...the true character of his genius : " AH FRIEND, 'tis true — this truth you lovers know ; In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow ; In vain fair...WORTLEY casts her eyes. What are the gay parterre, the chequer'd shade, The morning bower, the evening colonnade, But soft recesses of uneasy minds, To sigh... | |
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